We Want Flesh, Flesh For Fantasy.

I Am Hopelessly Divided Between The Dark And The Good, The Rebel And The Saint, The Sex Maniac And The Monk, The Poet And The Priest, The Demagogue And The Populist. Pen To Paper, I Put It All Down - I'm Out On A Limb Here, So Watch My Back.

Walk With Electro-glide Down The Blue Highway.

Rock Isn't Art, It's The Way Ordinary People Talk.

I Don't Care What Stage Or What Reason, As Long As We're Playing.

I Love It When Someone Insults Me. That Means That I Don't Have To Be Nice Anymore.